Filed to story: My Gorgeous Wife is an Ex-Convict Novel by Anastasia Marie
The two security guards wheeled a movable stainless steel trolley to Grace’s side and quite automatically placed the 30 or so orders on it.
Grace was stunned. She could tell that the security guards had been prepared and knew she was coming.
“Thank you… but how do you know my name? Who told you to prepare this trolley?” she asked.
“Terrence told us, and it was he who told us to prepare this trolley,”
said the security guard.
Terrence?
Grace was skeptical. Was it Terrence, Jason’s secretary? She had met Terrence several times when she was in the hospital.
She subconsciously bit her lip at the thought of this.
As Grace nervously pushed her trolley into the Reed Group building, another security guard came up to ask the one who had first spoken to Grace.
“Captain, why did Terrence tell us to keep an eye out for this delivery girl? What’s her relationship with Terrence?” After all, there were a lot of delivery riders these days. There was a delivery man who delivered 100 cups of milk tea last time, but Terrence never told them to do so.
“Don’t pry too much into the higher-ups’ business,” said the security guard who was called ‘Captain: “Anyway, just don’t think of her as a regular delivery girl if you ever see her again.”
After Grace walked into the building with the trolley, the receptionist greeted her, asking only for her name. She did not even ask her to register and offered to help her press the button for the elevator.
All this led to Grace’s speculation to drift in one direction. When she arrived at the address listed on the order, a tall woman in a business suit came over. “Miss Cummins? I ordered the food. You can just leave these here, and please take these two to the president’s office.”
Grace’s heart dropped for a moment, and her speculation earlier began to come to light.
The president’s office… Jason was the president of Reed Group.
Were these two for Jason’s office?
Grace picked two up and walked toward Jason’s office. Standing. in front of the dark wooden door, she took a deep breath before knocking twice.
“Come in.” A voice came from inside.
Grace pushed the door open and walked in, only to find Jason sitting at his desk. He was reviewing the papers with his head down.
“I’ll leave your order on the coffee table,” said Grace as she he got up and walked around the desk to her.
“I have to go back to the restaurant and deliver the other orders,” she said.
“Have you had lunch?” he said out of nowhere.
She blinked in a daze, not knowing how to react all of a sudden.
“It seems you haven’t eaten. Then you can eat with me. I’d like to try the food from the restaurant you’re working at, Sis,” he said as he grabbed her. Then, he put his hands on her shoulders and pushed her down on the sofa.
She subconsciously wanted to stand up, but the force on her shoulders made it impossible for her to do so.
“You…” She glared at him.
“Why? You don’t want to dine with me?” he asked with a smile.
“I’m really in a hurry,” she said.
“Is that so?” Danger seemed to creep into his eyes. “In that case, I might as well return all of this.”
Grace was shocked and suddenly realized that the person in front of her was Jason!
How could someone like Jason accept rejection so easily? If all these food were returned, Kyla would have a lot to lose.
Besides, Kyla’s small restaurant might go out of business if he wanted to do something to it after canceling the order.
“Just one meal?” she asked after she calmed down.
Jason smiled. “What else is there to do?”
He said as he removed his hands from her shoulders and turned to open the food’s packaging on the coffee table.
He had long fingers and well-defined joints. Even the shape of his nails was pretty.
Even though he was just removing a plastic bag, a pair of hands like his could make people feel its beauty and attract their attention.
He took out two lunch boxes and helped her break off the disposable chopsticks before handing them to her.
Grace took the lunch box and quickly began to eat with her head down. All she wanted now was to finish it quickly and leave.
“Are you eating so fast because you’re eager to leave?” Jason’s voice rang softly in the office.
“Ahem…” Grace choked, nearly spitting out her food. All she could do was hold her hands and cough with difficulty. Soon, her face became extremely red.
Finally, she stopped coughing, but the palm of her hand, which was over her mouth earlier, had some grains of rice on it. Thus, she decided to take a tissue and wipe her palms.
However, before she could take the tissue, his fingers grabbed her hand and drew it toward himself.
She uncomfortably twisted her wrist but did not break free. “My hand is dirty, I need to wipe it,” she said.
“Dirty?” He chuckled with amusement. “I don’t find it dirty at all.” As he spoke, he lowered his head. His lips clung to her palm while the tip of his tongue licked the grains of rice off her palm.
Grace stiffened. Her palms felt terribly hot, and his licks seemed to touch the nerves in her palms and spread it through her body.
The burning sensation of her palm seemed to follow her blood
“All right.” His voice rang, seemingly reluctant to part with it.
Grace was shocked. Then, she came to herself and found that he had licked all the grains of rice on her palm.
However, he held on to her hand while his beautiful, amorous eyes gazed at her. “The grains of rice on your palm are sweet. I wish you had more.”
She felt as if her heart skipped a beat. It was almost as if he was implying something, and his eyes were full of desire.
She quickly lowered her eyes and did not look directly at him. His gaze seemed to have some magic power that haunted her heart.
It was a good thing he did not plan to hold her hand all the time. His fingers loosened, and her hand was free at last.
Grace quickly continued to eat the rest of her meal.
A moment later, his voice rang in her ear. “Dining with you makes me feel like I’ve gone back in time.”
She paused a little.
Go back in time. They could no longer ‘go back in time, which seemed like a dream, and everything belonging to ‘Jay’ was buried deep in her heart.
By the time Grace got back to the small restaurant, it was almost one o’clock. Kyla Corbyn did not seem suspicious that it took her nearly an hour to deliver the order, but Grace said, “Sorry it took so long.”
“It’s nothing. You probably had to make several trips to deliver so much food by yourself. Thank you for your hard work,” said Kyla Corbyn. “They didn’t say anything, did they?”
As the proprietor, of course she was most worried about receiving complaints after delivering the food.